As I passed the spare room we used as an office, I froze. Travis sat at the desk with his back to me, methodically counting thick stacks of cash. Rubber-banded bundles covered the entire surface. There were cash bundles in his briefcase. His lips moved silently as he sorted through what looked like thousands of dollars.
My pulse hammered in my ears. We supposedly had no savings left because everything went to Lily’s therapy. Where could this much cash possibly come from?
I stood there for what felt like hours, watching him count money that shouldn’t exist. A dozen explanations ran through my mind, but none of them made any sense. Instead of confronting him, I crept back to the front door and made noise while entering.
“Honey, I’m home early!” I called out, giving him time to hide whatever he was doing.
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